Pixies - Indie Cindy
Imagine never having heard Pixies before, never having explored that back catalogue. In that circumstance, then Indie Cindy may seem just fine. The nifty swaggering rock, Black Francis's trademark yowl, the minimalist arrangements, the somewhat surreal lyricism. All may seem just dandy.
But for everyone else this is a let down.
A shot across the bows of those who decried the endless nostalgia tours, Indie Cindy at least attempts to re-position the band as a working, creative outfit. There is, obviously, a Kim Deal-shaped void at its heart. Francis may not think so, at least publicly, but he's got someone in to do an impersonation. So there's that, and there's also the fact that none of the songs really come up to scratch. On its own terms, opener 'What Goes Boom' sort of impresses but can't really compare to past glories. 'Bagboy' captures a bit of the old magic, and 'Silver Snail' is fine, melodic and atmospheric. Things then fall apart on the irredeemable 'Blue Eyed Hexe'.
Let's face it, the Pixies was a flame that blew out long ago. Some would say as far back as Doolittle in 1989. Everything after that (including their live performances) dwindled until the fire truly fizzled out. They do try, bless them. The title track is so trying to regain the same inspired weirdness of their early work, but it reeks of desperation.
They say you can never go home again, and in this case it may be true. If you want to rekindle the old flame then forget Indie Cindy and dig out those early albums, works of art that have transcended space and time and remain as vital today as they were back then. This is a stinker, but Pixies have given us some of the greatest albums of all time. How many bands can say that?